Oh my goodness!

Remember when I said Derick must be either really rich or really stupid.

The really stupid part is probably true as well, but boy, his house was like a mansion!

I mean, I knew he drove a nice car, and hus clothes weren't like, rags or anything. But I didn't expect someone like him, to live in a place like this.

"Nice, place." I say, trying to not sound too empressed.

"Come on, admit it," he says, "You like my house."

"No I don't!" I say indignantly, turning my head to hide my embarassed blush for showing how much I liked his house.

"Oh really." he said, "So if you had a house like this you woildnt like it?" I asks.

"I never said that either!" I contradict.

"Then what did you say?" he asks.

"I said I didn't like your house. I like your parents' house."

"Actually, if you must know, this isn't my parents' house. They bought it for me." he says with a smirk.

"Oh really." I say, "And who's name is on the certificate of ownership, or whatever they're called." ha! I totally got him.

He looks at me confused, "Certificate of ownership?" he asks.

I nod.

"I don't know, I never pay attention to those things." he shruggs, as if it's nothing to make a tie out of our unspoken competition.

The more I hang out with him, the more frustrated I get.